thursday night
the second
āśvina
. . .
notes - is a seasonal diary.
a gathering of our life through six seasons.
breathing inside me, forever.
celebrating our girl’s tenth birthday.
all the moments lived with her; both remembered and forgotten,
her smiles, and her magic.
cooking bengali luchi, halwa, dill rice
going on early morning hill hikes, and
meeting the waning moon in the west while the golden autumnal sun is rising in the east
scattering our home with the last of the season’s cosmos
discovering a new resturant that instantly became a favourite
losing myself in the soft folds of her handmade world (recommended by a friend)
moving our dining table into the living room by a wooden bench; a little habitat for working, dreaming and sleeping
visiting the annual dastakari haat and bringing home a madurkathi chatai, and jamdani fabric for our new curtains
walking my heart back to some abandoned pursuits
awaiting diwali
. . .
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